Damian’s father is Anne’s lover! He recognized me. I had not seen him since the night of my eighteenth birthday party. I know he and Anne are still together. Now things are more complicated than I thought. Damian obvio doesn’t know about them. I watch him and Damian engage in a low heated conversation. He walks back to the table in anger. Thankfully, Damian stayed by my side for most of the night. His mum seems really lovely and kept making conversation with me, but unfortunately I can’t say the same about his father. I tried my best not to look at him after the unfriendly greeting he gave me. The one time I did, I found him glaring at me. I gather he doesn’t approve of me dating his son.Meeting Victoria and Shawn Stone made me think of my own parents. I hate that I have no family to introduce Damian to. I’ve wondered about them a lot over the years, but I try not to do it often. It hurts too much. My mother died, but my father obviously didn’t want me, because he gave me up.
“Where’s Emily?” I ask my mother when I arrive back at the table. After getting stuck listening to Claire whine for five excruciating minutes, I was stopped by one of my clients. Normally it wouldn’t bother me, but I didn’t want to leave Emily at the table with my father for too long. “She went to the ladies’ room about ten minutes ago, but hasn’t returned” my mother tells me. For some reason, that gives me a sick feeling in my stomach. Slamming the drinks down onto the table sends the liquid flying everywhere, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. What if something’s happened to her? Christ, Anne. I break into a run as I head across the room. My heart is beating so hard I can hear it thumping in my ears. “Emily” I call out, bashing on the door of the ladies’ room. I’m sure I look like a dick, but I don’t care. “Emily”Relief floods through me when the door swings open, but it doesn’t last long when I see Claire glaring back at me. “Is Emily in there?”
“I think I’ve heard enough for one night” she replies, glancing at me over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s angry. I see her raise her hand to flag down the taxi as it pulls up to the curb. If she thinks I’m letting her go, she’s delusional.The moment she opens the door, I reach over her shoulder and push it closed. We have a silent standoff, before the driver interrupts us. “Do you wanna ride, or not?” he asks impatiently, winding down his window. We answer in unison. “Yes” “No” Of course my reply was the “no”Ignoring me, she tries to open the back door of the cab—again I close it. “For fuck’s sake, Damian” she snaps, and I smile. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard her use a profanity. I shouldn’t be turned on by her attitude, but I am. “I don’t have all night, lady, are you in or out?”Reaching into my pocket, I remove a fifty dollar bill and pass it to the driver. The satisfying look on Emily’s face tells me s
I gasp loudly at his words. Taking a moment, I give myself time to let them sink in. The way he struggled when saying it makes me believe he meant what he said. I’m not sure if it’s hearing those words or if it’s just a combination of everything I’ve been through this week, but when the tears come I’m powerless to stop them.I cover my face with my hands and I start to cry. Like, really cry. Cry as I never have before. “Jesus, Emily” he said, pulling me into his arms again. “That’s not the reaction I was hoping for” He holds me for the longest time until the tears finally stop. I feel foolish for crying in front of him. I hate showing anyone my vulnerable side. I’ve become a master at disguising my weaknesses over the years; I learnt at a young age that only the strong survive.Placing his finger under my chin, he lifts my face to meet his. The look in his eyes tugs at my heart. The ever confident Damian I’m used to seeing is gone. “Do you really think you’re falling in lov
“Fuck, you suck a mean cock” he groans as he he gently pumps into my mouth. I wrap my fingers tightly around the base of his shaft and use my other hand to gently massage his balls. I love that I can please him like this, it turns me on just as much as it does him. With my clients I tried my best so it would be over quickly. With Damian I do it because I want to give him as much pleasure as I can. He goes out of his way to please me. “Jesus, Emily” he grates out a few minutes later as his body starts to shudder. I know he’s close, so I pick up the pace, sliding my lips down his shaft, swirling my tongue at the same time. It only takes a few seconds before he starts groaning loudly. After a few short thrusts his body stills, but I continue to suck until I’ve milked him of every last drop.He places his hands under my arms, pulling me to my feet and devouring my lips. His hands are everywhere again and a moment later I hear that familiar tear as my panties are ripped from m
Emily and I spend the majority of Sunday in bed, only getting up to eat and shower. Even though our relationship is moving along fast, it feels right, I’m not going to fight it. I’m actually looking forward to the journey ahead. I’m surprisingly comfortable with how things between us are progressing. I don’t want to leave this little bubble that Emily and I have created over the past week. It’s been absolute bliss. With every day that passes I see her blossoming into the person she’s always wanted to be……. the person she was meant to be. It’s such a beautiful thing to witness.But I have to head back into the office. As much as I hate the idea, I don’t have a choice, because I’m falling behind. Jodie having to courier over some contracts for me to sign forced my hand. I can’t continue working from here. Before this week, I hadn’t taken a day off since I started running the company.There’s still no word from Anne, which concerns me. No news is good news they say, but that rule do
As busy as I am, the day seems to drag on forever. I’m desperate to get back to my girl. Going home to that big house was never something I looked forward to in the past. Having her waiting for me has changed that.Emily texts me constantly throughout the day. She has me in fits of laughter at one stage; I can tell she’s bored out of her mind. I hate that she’s cooped up in the house all day. I’m going to have to find something stimulating for her to do until this mess with Anne blows over.As much as she says she hates it, I think she’s becoming addicted to Candy Crush. She rings me, at one stage, squealing because she’s gotten past a hard level she’d be stuck on for over an hour. “Woo hoo! I kick level forty-seven’s sweet little candy arse” are her exact words.Jodie buzzes me as I’m getting ready to leave, to say Rhea wants to speak with me. When she’s seated in my office, she leans forwards, passing me a thick manila folder. “I’m guessing you found something” I say, open
I’m sprawled out on top of Damian in satisfied bliss. After he bent me over the bathtub as promised, he filled the tub with warm water and bubbles and we both climbed in. “I can’t believe in the six years I’ve lived in this house, I’ve never taken a bath” he says. “I love soaking in a warm bath. This is the first time I’ve ever shared one though” I say “We should do this more often, it’s nice” “We should” I raise my head off his chest and smile at him. He threads his fingers in my hair before pulling my face to his. “How would you feel about going to Phil’s place for the day tomorrow?” he says when the kiss ends. “Really?” I ask. “You’re getting rid of the Gestapo?”He chuckles before he replies. “No, the Gestapo stays. But if you’re with Phil, I can get the Gestapo to hang back” “Really? I grin. I like Phil. I’d love to spend the day with him and get to know him better. “Really” Damian replies. “I hate the thought of you being cooped up in this house
“That’s it baby. I’m taking you to the doctor. No flu is going to have you throwing up for two weeks straight” Damian says, holding my hair for what seems like the hundredth time.I rest my head on my arm that’s lying on the toilet and take deep breaths. I am so sick of being sick. For the past two weeks all it seems I do is eat, throw it back up, and sleep. I’m exhausted and I’ve gained a lot of weight. I know Damian is right and I need to find out what’s wrong.I lift my head and see Jaxon holding a glass of water out for me. I stand on shaky legs and gratefully take the glass from him. My first sip gets swirled in my mouth and then spat out into the sink. I chug the rest of it like I haven’t had anything to drink in days. I next brush my teeth, because not to would be gross.I turn to face Damian and lean against the counter. He steps up to me and places his hands on the counter on either side of my waist. His expression is worried. He’s noticed the weight that I’ve g
Six months laterI leave the kitchen carrying a batch of freshly baked Snickers cookies. It’s my own recipe and one of my bestsellers. Buying that chocolate at the airport turned out to be the best decision I’ve ever made. That insignificant moment changed my life. Damian still says that, to this day, he can’t walk past a Snickers bar without thinking of me.The bell above the door chimes just as I place the hot tray on the counter. Taking off my oven gloves, I turn to greet my first customer for the day. It’s been almost three months since I opened my patisserie. It’s everything I dreamed it would be, and more. I decided to name it ‘Life’s Sweet’, because that’s exactly what life has become—sweet. I’ve come a long way from where I once was. Thanks to my husband and new found family, the horrors of my past seem like a distant memory.As hard as it was for him, Damian didn’t interfere, and let me pay for everything with the money I’d earnt from working for Anne. He likes to spoi
Anne’s trial finally rolled around. Both Robert and I were subpoenaed as witnesses. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but on the other hand, I was eager to see this through to the end—to finally be able to put Anne, my past, and everything I went through behind me. I have a wonderful life now and a family who loves me, so there’s no point dwelling on something I can’t change. I know Robert is keen to see justice served, and the monsters responsible for his daughter’s death finally held accountable.To my dismay, I’m the first to be called to the stand. I’ve been dreading this day. Under the circumstances, the court offered to let me give my evidence by video link, but that would be the coward’s way out. I refuse to let her take one more piece of my dignity. I’d forever be disappointed in myself if I didn’t face her. I firmly believed standing up to Anne is exactly what I need to finally be free. It’s something I’ve yearned for. She bullied and intimidated me for far too
I haven’t stopped smiling since the moment I got out of bed this morning. Even though Damian already feels like family to me, today it becomes official.In under an hour I’ll be Mrs Emily Stone and I can’t put into words how happy that makes me. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I’ll finally belong to someone. “You look beautiful” Robert says as he straightens my veil. “I’m honored to be giving you away today” “There’s no one else I’d rather” I reply. And that’s the truth. “You’re the closest thing I have to a father” “I’m so proud of you, Emily” I have to fight back the tears when I hear his voice crack. “From the moment I met you, I hoped that one day you’d find happiness. I’m so glad I get to witness it” “I love you, Robert” I say as I wrap my arms around him. I’ve never told him that before, but I do. “Emily” he replies, choking up. “I love you too. Although I lost a daughter, I’ve gained another in you. I’m extremely grateful t
find Emily in the kitchen when I arrive home a week after our return from Paris. She gives me a beautiful smile as I place an envelope on the table and go to her. It hurts my heart to know I’m about to wipe that smile off her pretty face. I’m having serious misgivings about pushing her into this now. But I’ve found information on Emily’s family, and everything she needs to know is now sitting in that large white envelope. Her father’s lawyer was very helpful, but the news is going to gut her.At least she won’t be left wondering for the rest of her life.I plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Hi, beautiful” “Hi, handsome”Stepping back, I pull her with me until I’m seated at the table and she’s on my lap. “Is everything okay?” she asks. “You look grim” “I have some good news, and some bad news” I watch as her eyes move to the envelope sitting in front of us. “It’s about your father” “You found him” she whispers as her hands cover her mouth. Her eyes fill with tear
After pulling me in for a scorching hot kiss, he releases me and walks toward the bed. I quickly grab what I need before ducking into the bathroom.Emerging a short time later, I find Damian sitting at the foot of the bed. His arms are positioned behind him, taking his body weight. His long legs are extended out in front of him and are crossed at the ankle. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, and I can see a hint of his toned and tanned chest. There’s a sexy smile on his lips and a glint of what’s yet to come in his eyes. It makes my pulse quicken.His gaze leaves mine and slowly travels down my body. He was wrong about the red shoes being his memory, because they’re about to become our memory. He told me once that he’d like to see me wearing nothing but these shoes.Wish granted.A smile explodes onto his face when he gets to my feet. “Fuck me” he gasps. “My favorite shoes”He goes to stand. I immediately hold my hand out to stop him. I’m nervous, but I want to do something I used
“Monsieur et madame, de cette manière s’il vous plaît” a man says, smiling pleasantly. “Why does he want us to follow him?” I ask as my hand latches around Damian’s elbow. “He’s taking us to the lift that will take us up to the top of the tower”For a minute I thought—I don’t know what I thought, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. I guess Damian weirding out on the way up has put me on edge. But I hope bungee jumping off the Eiffel Tower is illegal, that’s all I’m saying.The moment we step into the other lift, Damian goes all weird again, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. It makes my stomach churn. He’s never acted this way with me before. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I whisper. I’m grasping at straws, trying to find out what’s going on inside his head, all the while hoping to God it has something to do with heights or confined spaces, and nothing to do with us or our relationship. “Do what?” he asks as he stops pacing and tu
I have nothing to be nervous about; I have a natural talent for cooking, so I’m sure impress, but I’m really nervous. Placing his finger under my chin, Damian raises my face to meet his. “Impossible. You’ve got this in the bag, sweetheart. You may even show him a thing or two” “That’s very sweet of you to say, but I highly doubt it” I say, laughing. “Don’t underestimate your talents. I’ve eaten at some of the finest Michelin-starred restaurants in the world. Your cooking rivals the best, and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants” “You have a permanent invitation to my pants, Mr Stone” I say, placing a soft kiss over his heart. “I’m glad to hear that” he moves his hands down to squeeze my arse. “Now let me get dressed before I do something that’s going to make you late”Damian’s confidence in my ability gave me the pick-me-up I needed. Though I’ll admit I’m a little starstruck when we meet Pierre, I’m completely taken aback when Damian drap
Emily is up and ready to take shower. I can tell she is filled with a mix of excitement and nerves about meeting Pierre.It was a long flight with a five-hour layover in Dubai, and we had no plans for the rest of the day, so we spent it in bed.That sexual energy she exudes, her beauty, her desire, her cunt, her orgasms. I want them to be mine. All mine.I never planned to let her go, but now I know I can’t.I have to have her, and just having her isn’t enough. It’s easy to keep her body captive, but I want her mind and maybe even her heart. Extending my hand to her, I help her down off the bed. “You want to shower” I ask alluringly. “Don’t I look like I’m about to?” She asks ra “Yeah. But before you get clean” I say, pulling my cock out, “you can clean me off. With your mouth of course” “Of course” she says with a smile speeding on her lips. “On your knees, mouth on my cock,” I order.Is that a blush I see on her obstinate cheeks as she parts her li